Chapter 1074 Public Opinion
Southwest land.
Taoists and monks came up in the clouds and settled down on this boundary.
Jiming Mountain is really a beautiful scenery.
The majestic mountain is three hundred miles away.
Thousands of valleys are bursting with water, and thousands of cliffs are competing for beauty.
The spiritual energy soaring into the sky turned into clouds and mist, and fell back like a man in the sky.
If you practice in this mountain range, your progress will be extraordinary. Then look at a big city in the distant mountains, raising a banner like the rising sun.
path.
The Taoist put on a mask, and the monk used a phantom body.
Once transformed into an evil ghost, the second transformed into a powerful soul.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
As he was walking forward, a little demon suddenly caught up with him. He held a dog's head on his head and said excitedly: "Two fellow Taoists, please wait a moment..."
The dog demon came forward and bowed hurriedly: "You two fellow Taoists are polite, I'm Huang Ajiu."
"You two are also here to seek refuge with the Great Sage."
Taoist Evil Ghost and Monk Li Hun were indifferent.
The Taoist asked: "Why don't fellow Taoists go to Luodu Mountain instead of seeking refuge in Jiming Mountain?"
The dog demon looked at the evil ghost in the corner in surprise and said, "I've never heard of Luodu Mountain, but there is a Master Luodu who is in the state of divine transformation. He's not worth mentioning. Why should I go far away from that troublesome Luodu Mountain? Dushan. The great sage Aung Ming is recruiting troops. If you have any elixirs and weapons, of course I will come."
"Aren't these two fellow Taoists?"
"no."
The evil ghost Taoist shook his head slightly and continued: "My king invited the Great Sage Angming to have a drink, but he didn't want to go, so I came to invite him again."
"Ouch."
The dog demon was surprised and hurriedly changed his words and said with a flattering smile: "It turns out they are two seniors. The little dog's eyes don't recognize Dongyue."
"It's out of the way."
"Let's go, you and I will go together."
"Hey, little one, let me lead the way."
On the way, small roads merge into the main road and stretch under the mountain.
There were only twos and threes of demons and monsters at first. Now they were increasing in number. When I regained my senses, I could already see the huge army, spreading like a tide.
Taoist Evil Ghost looked at the prosperous appearance of Jiming Mountain and couldn't help but sigh: "Master, it's our job that we didn't do well."
"Chicken Cing Mountain has grown rapidly just by getting one name after another. I have to say that this great sage is a real person."
"He is ambitious." Monk Li Hun took over.
Luodu Mountain is still under preparation. It only collects the elves and ghosts in the mountains and rivers of 30,000 miles. In addition, there is a shortage of manpower, so there is no such scene. Otherwise, with the seventh-level spiritual veins of Luodu Mountain, the number of mountain elves and ghosts attracted will only be more than More here.
No, everything is still being drafted over there, but here they are already starting to gain momentum through their name.
Taoist Evil Ghost laughed and said, "I quite like ambitious people."
The dog demon didn't notice the conversation between the evil ghost and the fierce soul next to him.
He thought that leading the way would be regarded as a meritorious service. When he got there, these big shots would always give him a little bit of information from under his fingernails. This would be enough for him, so he worked harder and harder. Even his waist was worth a few points.
He looked at the gathering monsters and monsters with more contempt in his eyes.
Go into the city.
Near the hall.
There were many spirits gathered at Nuo Da Performance Hall, with all sorts of strange shapes and forms, but the monks, Taoists and dog monsters were not conspicuous among them.
On the high platform, there sat a saint with a blond hair crown and a majestic gaze.
"That's it?!"
"The Great Sage Ming Ming."
"..."
The little monsters cheered and the spirits below whispered. They only heard that they would be taken seriously and that they would be given elixirs and weapons to use, but they did not expect that the Great Sage Aung Ming would personally take charge.
Taking a closer look, the monks who were able to come to the performance venue were all above the Golden Core level. It seemed that they had been separated by Jiming Mountain when the tide returned.
The Great Sage Angming was nearly two feet tall. He stood on the high platform and said loudly: "From today on, you are all monks of Jiming Mountain."
"The royal city has granted a title to some kind of prince, but the cultivation of a mere great sage wants us to surrender to him, plunder our land, and steal our resources..."
"Insult our wives and daughters, enslave our children and grandchildren..."
"The living ones will be his slaves in cultivation, and the dead ones will become the ghosts in his banner."
"..."
The impassioned speech resounded throughout Jiming Mountain.
In the crowd, Wu Rong, who looked at the angry mood as if he had dug up someone's ancestral grave, wondered: "Am I so bad?"
"Amitabha, don't you hear that three people turned into tigers? This rooster-crowing great sage controls public opinion, unlike a mountain spirit wild monster. There must be an expert to guide him in the future."
Ruzang bowed to the Buddha with one hand and continued: "Seeing is never believed, and no rumor stops at the wise. This is war."
His expression was serious, not like a compassionate Buddhist.
Wu Rong nodded in understanding. His master, Tu Shanjun, never cared about the evaluation of the outside world, nor did he care about the tiger-like public opinions, he just waited for them to ferment on their own.
But if you think about it carefully, if it were all such dirty water, his development would be hindered.
As for why Ruzang knows so well, perhaps it is because he was born in Buddhism.
Buddhism not only controls its own public opinion very well, but is also good at guiding this force.
"Can't we just do our best?"
"As long as we are strong, they will always see clearly."
Hearing Wu Rong's words, Ruzang didn't expect that the Marquis would have such an innocent side. Ruzang said with a solemn expression: "The Marquis is wrong. It's important to be yourself, but these mountain spirits, ghosts, monsters, they don't understand. What is a Dao Lord? I don’t understand what the Dao carries, and I will look forward to it for a long time.”
"They can only see immediate benefits."
"The Great Sage Cock-Crowing gave them elixirs and weapons, and they helped the Great Sage Crow-Crowing."
"The Marquis wants to do great things."
"If you want to accomplish great things, you need the support of the people."
"If the Marquis only wants to achieve immortality, you can do what you want. If you want to go further, you need their support." As he said this, Ru Zang thought of all kinds of cultivators who were shouting fanatically. Their cultivation was high or low, and some were still in the Nascent Soul stage.
At first, Wu Rong was very angry when he saw this group of people.
He felt that he must have done better than the Great Sage Chicken Crow.
Luodu Mountain has a seventh-level spiritual vein, complete facilities, secret manuals, magic weapons... everything, why are there so few monsters going to Luodu Mountain.
Why does no one know this.
He even thought it would be better to kill them all as a warning to others.
To shock the world.
Now he understood after listening to Ru Zang's words that the cultivators were blind, and the demons, goblins, and ghosts were also blind. Without a real fight, no one felt weak. They needed someone to guide them to exert their great power.
Who should this person be?
I didn't know before, and I don't know in the future.
At least it's him now.
Wu Rong.
The Marquis of Guanming.
The king of the Demonic Land.
If he killed all his people, who would help him?
Wu Rong said, "They shouldn't die. They should live and live better."
His eyes slowly retracted. He used to be a casual cultivator who could take revenge from all over the world. Now it's different. He is a king and he has such a responsibility.
Ru Zang said in a long voice: "Amitabha."
...
"From today on, we don't want the rise of the Marquis of Guanming, but only for ourselves!" The Great Sage Angming shouted.
"But why does it sound so wrong to me?"
The words slashed out like a flying sword.
The whole arena was in dead silence, and those monks of one or two steps were looking around in astonishment.
Eyes were looking over.
There were hundreds of eyes.
Not to mention that there were saints on the high platform.
Being scanned by these eyes, the dog demon Huang Ajiu standing beside him was almost limp on the ground in fear. His body softened but he was supported by a big hand, which lifted him up to stand firmly. The dog demon hurriedly explained: "I didn't say that, I didn't say that..."
"It's true that he didn't say that."
"I said that!"
The evil ghost Taoist beside the dog demon said lightly: "How can a mob protect a family? Or are you afraid to leave when they are no longer valuable? With the cultivation of the great saint, you can go anywhere."
"What a big dog guts, where did you come from, and you dare to bark in front of my king!"
The general stepped forward and said angrily, his inspiration and consciousness bursting out, as if as long as the great saint Angming nodded, he would completely tear the lunatic in front of him to pieces.
The Great Sage Angming waved his hand and asked, "Where are you from, fellow Taoist?"
When they heard the name 'fellow Taoist', everyone was terrified.
The Evil Ghost Taoist didn't even look at him, but just raised his drooping eyelids slightly, looked at the great cultivator on the high platform, and said lightly, "I heard that you detained my messenger."
"It's you?!"
"It's me. You rebelled in my territory. How many false charges do you have to fabricate against me to boost your courage!"
Wu Rong took off the mask on his face to reveal his true face. The aura of the top saint king rushed straight to the sky, and the terrifying pressure seemed to slowly spread like a tide.
Great Sage Angming sneered, "Your territory?"
"We have lived here for generations. When did this place become your territory?"
"So you don't recognize the Royal City."
Angming's expression stagnated slightly, and he said calmly, "The Royal City means that you are qualified to take it back, but it does not mean that it is yours. You can also ask the Royal City to see if they will help you get it back, and then help you manage it, and then you can sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor."
"Heh!"
Wu Rong smiled faintly and said, "You have courage. Hand over the envoy, and I will spare your life."
"Emissary?"
Great Sage Angming looked at the general with a puzzled look on his face, "Are there any left?"
The general grinned and said, "My king, you forgot that I cooked a pot of soup, and I divided a thigh. The remaining soup was made into jelly. If this marquis wants it, it can still weigh two pounds."
"Weigh three pounds, let the marquis take it and eat it on the road."
"Yes."
"Hahaha."
The monsters laughed wildly around.
Even the first and second steps of those new moves laughed along.
That is, the immortal road gave them the title of monks.
Take a closer look.
Demons and ghosts are seated, ghosts are guests.
Where are the monks.
Swish.
Wu Rong's eyes were suddenly filled with blood.
His anger made him tremble slightly.
He couldn't get rid of the hatred in his heart unless he crushed this damned monster to ashes.
"You."
"Damn it!"
"But I won't let you die easily."
...
"Everyone can talk big, you can only fight against the Taoist at most with a magic weapon, what ability do you have to kill me?"
"Here I have a large army and a large formation."
"If I kill you, I will take your place and become the master of Narodu Mountain!"
The Great Sage Angming opened his mouth and spit out golden light, and the great formation of Jiming Mountain rose from the ground. Thousands of golden lights gathered into countless golden feathers, and each feather was like a sharp holy weapon.
"Kill!"
Instantly.
The Great Sage Angming was startled.
The Taoist priest wearing a mask and looking like an evil ghost had appeared before him.
He looked down.
A long sword with a single horn pierced his chest.
What came into view was the evil ghost's hideous face.
The eyes of the Great Sage Angming were filled with horror.
Didn’t they say that the Lord of Luodu Mountain was just a name?
He relied on the magic weapon to fight against the Taoist Master.
However, wielding the magic weapon caused him to lose most of his mana.
How come his protective qi was torn apart and his flesh and blood body was cut apart as soon as they met?